We All Dream Of Things

Choosing... It Has Always Hurt. And Always Will. I Know.

The Intelligent And Efficient Politician Is A Species Virtually Unknown In The Galaxy. Perhaps I Might Secure A Scraping [for My] Cell Library.

Kill The Boy, Jon Snow. Winter Is Almost Upon Us. Kill The Boy And Let The Man Be Born.

You're Mine," She Whispered. "mine, As I'm Yours. And If We Die, We Die. All Men Must Die, Jon Snow. But First, We'll Live.

Why Is It That When One Man Builds A Wall, The Next Man Immediately Needs To Know What's On The Other Side?